Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #23 (5.5)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring  you our finest flash fiction every week, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts!


Things come to a head in Moving Forward, as Lee decides he needs to deal with Dustin's outrageous behavior. How will that affect their relationship with Denver? Find out in this week's episode! Then don't forget to check out the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #23 (5.5)

He darted a quick glance at Lee. Lee’s jaw was set in a firm line, and his eyes were filled with a quiet fury, like the calm before a storm. Marshall had a good feeling Lee knew exactly what Dustin meant too. And he wasn’t happy about it.
Nobody spoke for a minute. Then Lee pushed his chair back and rose.

“What are you going to do?” Marshall asked. Whatever it was, he knew better than to try to talk Lee out of it. When his mind was set like this, that wasn’t going to happen. And, to be honest, whatever it was, he knew Dustin had it coming. Frankly, he was tired of trying to deal with the little shit himself. That wasn’t working out very well. And it was no way to spend their vacation, worrying about what Dustin might or might not do.

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to talk to him.” Lee glanced at Denver, who looked more than a little confused. “Sorry, Denver, this has been going on too long. I’m putting a stop to it right now.” He came around the table to Marshall. Leaning down, he kissed him softly. Marshall realized that was Lee’s way of showing he was in control of himself and the situation. Then he was gone.

Marshall leaned back in his chair and sighed. He didn’t have any clue as to why Dustin was so obsessed with him. Why he gave off such mixed vibes. One minute wanting to be friends, the next so much more. Did he always want what he couldn’t have?

“Well hell,” Denver commented, frowning. “Lee seems awful mad, and I hardly ever see that man get mad. Except when he’s protecting you. Are you all right, Marshall?” He gave him a worried look.

Marshall felt sorry for Denver. It wasn’t his fault his cousin was such a dick. He deserved an explanation as to what was going on, but Marshall didn’t feel like giving it. Not right this minute. So he contented himself with saying, “Yeah, I’m good,” and Denver didn’t push the issue.

It felt like forever, but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes or so when Lee returned. Alone. Had Marshall expected Dustin would come back with him? That would be a bit much, he knew, and not very likely. Marshall watched him thread his way through the other tables, back to him. At least Lee seemed to be calmer than when he left. So maybe it was all for the good, and they’d be able to enjoy themselves and not worry about the specter of Dustin haunting them.

Lee dropped into his chair. Scooting closer to Marshall, he kissed him, then turned to Denver, who still looked confused.

“I’m sorry, Denver,” he began.

“Sorry for what, Lee? I have no idea what’s going on here, but I have a bad feeling Dustin’s in the middle of it. Am I right? Has he done something he shouldn’t?” Denver didn’t seem surprised, just concerned.

Lee draped his arm about Marshall’s shoulder, and Marshall relaxed into his strength. “I wasn’t going to say anything, or make a big deal out of this, but ever since we met him, he’s been putting the moves on Marshall and not wanting to take no for an answer.”

“Oh holy shit,” Denver swore. “You mean… Did he… he didn’t do anything, did he?  I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, his expression one of stunned disbelief.

“He never touched me, but he made it clear he wanted to,” Marshall spoke up. “And he refused to listen when I told him I wasn’t interested and never would be.”

“He refused to respect Marshall’s boundaries, and made assumptions about our relationship that, frankly, were none of his business. It’s one thing to show someone you’re interested in them, and I can understand that. But pushing yourself on someone even after he says no… well, that’s unacceptable.”

“Totally unacceptable. Oh hell, don’t tell me…” He shot Marshall a worried look. “You’re the one he expected to get lucky with? Oh hell… This is horrible. This is beyond horrible. Look, I can’t say enough how sorry I am, to both of you, for this. I never knew… I mean, if I had any idea this was part of his agenda, I’d have left him back in Tucker Falls, believe me. Sent him packing.”

“I know, Denver, we don’t blame you,” Lee said softly.

“We’re not mad at you,” Marshall echoed.

“So, just now… what happened?” Denver asked. “I assume you went after him? I mean, I know he had whatever you did coming to him… but what did you do? Just so I know.”

“Just had a little man-to-man talk with him,” Lee said. “Explained things to him. Let him know I wasn’t going to tolerate that behavior from him or any other man. And told him he’s to stay away from us for the duration of this cruise. No, I never touched him, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Yeah, I wondered,” Denver admitted, “but you would have been justified. I appreciate that you didn’t, though. He’s still my cousin, knucklehead that he is. For the most part, he’s a good guy. But he sure seems to find his way into trouble, like he’s a trouble magnet or something.”

“He’s done this with other guys?” Marshall was incredulous, his brows drawing together in a frown. Lee squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“No, nothing like this. At least not that I know of. I never heard anything more than vague rumors. I thought my aunt and uncle sent him to me just for a change, but now I wonder. I hope this doesn’t cause a problem between us. I sure as hell value your friendship.” He looked anxiously between them.

“Not a bit,” Lee said.

“We’ll hang out with you, but not with him,” Marshall added.

“I appreciate that. I’ll do my best to keep him on a leash.” Denver sighed.

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: The Art of Hero Worship






Author Name: Mia Kerick

Book Name: The Art of Hero Worship

Release Date: February 14, 2016
Blurb:

Trembling on the floor, pressed beneath a row of seats in a dark theater, college freshman Jason Tripp listens to the terrifying sound of gunshots, as an unknown shooter moves methodically through the theater, randomly murdering men, women, and children attending a student performance of Hamlet. Junior Liam Norcross drapes his massive body on top of Jason, sheltering the younger man from the deathly hail of bullets, risking his life willingly, and maybe even eagerly.

As a result of the shared horror, an extraordinary bond forms between the two young men, which causes discomfort for family and friends, as well as for Jason and Liam, themselves. And added to the challenge of two previously “straight” men falling into a same-sex love, are the complications that arise from the abundance of secrets Liam holds with regard to a past family tragedy. The fledgling passion between the men seems bound to fade away into the darkness from which it emerged.

Jason, however, is inexplicably called to rescue his hero in return, by delving into Liam’s shady past and uncovering the mystery that compels the older man to act as the college town’s selfless savior.

The Art of Hero Worship takes the reader on a voyage from the dark and chilling chaos that accompanies a mass shooting to the thrill of an unexpected and sensual romance.

Pages or Words: 212 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Gay Fiction,


Excerpt:
Pop-pop-pop….
No, I’m not even remotely safe. But thankfully I play dead far better than my dog did when I taught him that trick at the age of seven.
The shots are earsplitting and getting louder because the shooter’s heading our way. I’m so fucking scared I’m trembling violently, but I promised the guy lying on top of me that I’d stay still. I concentrate on taking short shallow breaths, one after another, in my effort to stop trembling. To stay frozen—like I’ve been since I pulled Ginny to the floor and promptly let go of her hand so I could curl up into a tight fetal ball.
Somebody near me sits up, scrambles to his knees, and impulsively crawls toward the far aisle.
Pop-pop-pop…
“Bang, bang… you’re dead.” The voice comes from directly above me; it’s blank and monotone and controlled. The weird snicker that follows is chilling. I want nothing more than to throw the big guy off my back and run like hell toward the double doors, but I just keep on going with the short breaths and stay as still as I’ve ever been in my life. Even in my terrified state, I know that the guy on top of me is totally exposed and I can’t move because I’ll cheat him out of his life, for sure. Which is so not cool when he’s trying to save mine.
I smell blood. Never noticed the smell of blood before. It reminds me of Grandma’s penny collection… if it got spilled onto the sticky floor of the theater. The scent of old copper is everywhere… like wet pennies strewn all around me on the floor.
Pop-pop-pop…
Shooter’s right above us now. Don’t move… don’t move… don’t move….
“Dear God, help us!”  This request seems to catch the shooter’s attention and he turns around and steps away from us. I curse myself for feeling as relieved, and maybe even glad, as I do.
Pop-pop-pop….
We wait and it seems like forever. We wait as voices beg and plead and pray and he shuts them up with bullets. We wait as the sound of shots moves to the front left near the exit, where I figure he’s shooting at anyone who tries to get out through the double doors.
And then, for a second, it’s quiet.
“Now….” The big guy’s voice is whispering but it seems to blast into my left ear. “We have to make our move now.” Before I agree, the heaviness of his body lifts and I feel cold and exposed. “This is our chance to get outta here….”
His hand is attached to the back of my wrist, clutching me so hard that I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises for a week… if I live so long.

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Meet the author:

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to CoolDudes Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.



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Publisher: Cool Dudes Publishing
Cover Artist: Louis C. Harris

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Virtual Super Book Blast: Nobody's Princess

Please welcome author Sarah Hegger, who is here to talk about her new release, Nobody's Princess. Sarah will be giving away the following prizes: 5 x paperback copies of Nobody's Princess, 5 x ebook copies of Nobody's Princess, 1 x $50 Amazon GC, 2 x $20 Amazon GC, 3 x $10 Amazon GC. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning.To find the other stops on the tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!


Nobody’s Princess
by Sarah Hegger

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

Tiffany Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all its complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him--including Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's brawny friend, who won't take "no road trip" for an answer--and who won't stop showing up in her daydreams…

Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…


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EXCERPT:




Blondie stood there giving the other models a thorough eye scan. Gay. What a shame.

She shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was practically an engaged woman.

Blondie hovered at her side.

Clichés sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath all that brawn. Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged. “You have to take this off for makeup.”

“Are you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge paws around hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate laced with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.

She hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”

He looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but right at her as if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.

“Strip?” Up went one eyebrow.

Something she didn’t want to name crackled through the space between them. Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path trail of hair disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans. That would have to go. Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel and focused on the writing on the front of his T-shirt: Never trust an atom—they make up everything.

Cool shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two people in the world who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”

She pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers. Tiffany glared up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty? Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long johns? “You have to take it all off.”

“Normally I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at her, inviting her to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.

“Tiffany, sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not your model.”

“What?” Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her model, because otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her throat.

He looked back at her.

Tyrone took her by the shoulders and spun her around. “That’s your model.”

He pointed to a beautiful Rocky (as in the Picture Show, not Sly) look-alike talking earnestly to Piers. Piers lapped it up, waving one hand through the air and patting the pretty blond boy on the arm.

“I . . .” Tiffany peered over her shoulder. Please let the last two minutes be a figment of her imagination. Her figment grinned at her and tucked his hands into his back pockets.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.

Website: http://sarahhegger.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sarahheggerauthor/?ref=hl
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Sarah-Hegger/e/B00KC50U9Y/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1449772560&sr=8-1
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahHegger
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sarahheggerauthor/


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Monday, February 22, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Georgie

Please welcome author Cherrie Mack, who is here to tell us about her new release, Georgie. Cherrie will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The most you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find out where the other stops on her tour are, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!


Georgie
by Cherrie Mack

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GENRE: Contemporary Erotic Romance

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BLURB:

Georgie Randall runs from town to town to escape her past. When she settles in Amityville, Long Island, she vows to be happy alone. But when the boss’ handsome son throws her kinky switch on, there’s no turning it back off.

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EXCERPT:


Georgie arrived at LaVue restaurant at precisely seven o’clock. The night air was cool as she stepped from her vehicle, the wind whipping her hair around her face. Pulling the stray hairs off her overly glossed lips, she smiled at the valet, who stared at her breasts in return. Georgie was an ample 36C, and her black cocktail dress showed off her curvaceous figure. She pulled her sweater closer together, covering her cleavage. She didn’t want to be mistaken for that kind of girl.

Stepping into the lobby of LaVue, the memory of her freshman year at college assaulted her mind as it often did. She promised herself, since meeting Adam, she would not think about that time in her life. Three years ago might as well be thirty. Besides, Georgie Randall was no longer the same girl and had gone to great lengths to start over.

With a bounce in her step, she sashayed into the lounge area and immediately noticed the long, sleek bar. The patrons were dressed in business attire deeming LaVue, in her opinion, a white collar establishment. It was easy to spot Adam at the bar. His gleaming smile and contagious laughter filled the smoke-free area where he lounged with his arm up on the bar top. When his eyes found hers, he cocked his head to the side and pushed himself off the bar. Lazily, he strode toward her, stopping to gently kiss her lips. After lingering for a few seconds, he broke their kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

“Hi, babe. I want you to meet Joseph Calvert. He’s trying to convince me to join his firm in Atlanta.”

“What happened to the associate from Bratman?” she whispered.

“Come and gone. I’ve been here for nearly two hours already.”

“You said seven, did you not?”

His thumbs caressed her cheeks.  “I did, but I didn’t want to rush you. This guy is important because it could mean a change of cities for me, and I thought you should be included in the decision. Come.” He guided her to the bar where Mr. Calvert waited.

Adam wasted no time introducing her as his soon-to-be fiancée. Stifling her need to jump up and down, she relaxed and basked in her newfound joy. Not because Adam was perfect for her, but because he was the perfect catch.




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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside.
Cherrie is happiest sitting behind a keyboard doing the one thing she loves most—writing. However, when she isn’t writing, she is struggling to man her website, promote her books, keep up with social media and run a household. She loves to hang out with her 12 and 10 year old kids and spend time with her smart, sexy, fun loving husband. She struggles to master the art of meditation but with so many people living inside her head, demanding a story of their own, the task is daunting. She takes time to relax by playing with her best friends–Bailey and Simba.
Cherrie continues to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy, paranormal romance and her latest venture into sci-fi. Her ability to cross genre’s fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn’t settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.
A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.



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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Dragon Dreams & Fairy Wings





Author Name: Bailey Bradford

Book Name: Dragon Dreams & Fairy Wings
Series: Fire & Flutter
Book: One

Release Date: February 18 at Rainbow Ninja Press, February 25 elsewhere
Blurb:

What happens when a fairy loses his wings-- and his memory? 
Griff was born a Love fairy, but he never quite fit in. He didn't want to be part of a harem, at least...he didn't think he wanted that. What with his wings gone and his memory damaged, he can't be certain of what he felt in the past. All he does know is, he wants his wings back. Without them, he's grounded. 
Blaze is a dragon shifter who tends to stick his foot in his mouth...and some other parts in other places...when he really shouldn't. His brother is the king, and his sister-in-law Bonny is scary. Blaze's last screw-up got him grounded, unable to shift into his dragon form. His punishment seems harsh to him, but there's no escaping it. 
Then the Love fairies come to the castle to work on forming an alliance. Blaze has about had it with guarding the horny beings, and he's disappointed that they don't stay small and cute. He almost commits a major faux-pas when he swats at something buzzing him, and it turns out to be a fairy on a dragonfly. 
And from that snarky meeting, something wonderful, and dangerous, will come. 

Pages or Words: 58,600 words



Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Shifters (Dragon)

Excerpt:
Blaze was disappointed as all Hades. The fairies weren’t little all the time. They were tiny when they came in, but quickly morphed to regular sized beings, if not taller than most of the dragons when the dragons were in the two-legged form.
And holy dragon balls, Blaze did not know why anyone would want a harem! Okay, well, there was the sex, and lots of it, probably, but so far there’d been more bickering and outright fighting than anything sexy! He’d had to break up six altercations, and the fairies had only been in their accommodations for an hour!
This was going to be a long, suck-ass assignment.
The fairies sure were beautiful, though. Granted, he hadn’t seen each and every one of them. He’d seen the king, and some of the harem members. Every one of them was gorgeous, delicate-featured, lithe, and limber—that last one might not be true, but he was going to go with it, because… hot! Bendy fairies… Blaze adjusted his cock before it could pop up and embarrass him. He wondered if maybe, because they were Love fairies, they had special powers of attraction and such. He’d been fighting down boners ever since he’d been brought out to meet the Love fairy king, Artaxis.
Not that Artaxis even gave him a cursory glimpse. Blaze didn’t blame him. Artaxis was beautiful, like all the fairies Blaze had seen so far, and Blaze was… Well, there was nothing delicate about a dragon’s features, that was for sure. And lithe might apply to some of the other dragons in differing warrens, but not in any Blaze knew of.
With Blaze’s shocking orange hair and bronze skin… and freckles, another thing that was a burden to bear. How many times when he’d been a child had he been teased about having shit splatters on his face? Was it any wonder at all that he hated his human form? At least his scales made the freckles unnoticeable for the most part when he was a dragon. And Blaze was forever scarred from being told his freckles were caused by watching other creatures using the dragon dumping grounds. That was also the cause for styes in the eyes, according to old dragons’ tales.
Blaze had never in his life had a sty, and he’d maybe, sorta accidentally, seen an orc once in the dumping grounds. If anything was going to give someone a sty, that should have done it.
Blaze smacked himself on the forehead. Why did his mind spin around to such stupid thoughts?
Well, it’d curbed his arousal. He hoped the fairies weren’t going to hang around long. He didn’t need the struggle with his dick, and he sure didn’t need the blow to his ego—so far, none of the fairies had acknowledged him or even looked at him unless he was breaking up a fight involving them. Even then, he didn’t think he registered as more than a big, lumbering weirdo.
He watched a dozen fairies walk toward the baths. They were so pale and pretty, and that long hair was amazing. Then he realized something wonderful. They were naked!
It was wonderful because there were so many gorgeous naked fairies. Yet it was horrible, too, because he was never going to have blood anywhere else but in his cock again unless he got some sort of control over his libido. When the fairies’ hair swung just right, he saw glimpses of nicely rounded buttocks.
Blaze groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. He’d end up taking his shaft out right there and jacking himself to completion, and he didn’t have to think about it to know that wouldn’t go over well with Fyre or Bonny.
He had to leave the hall next to the harem rooms, where he’d been standing, waiting for the next fight to break out. Blaze couldn’t wait for more naked fairies to come out. He’d lose it and yeah, end up being grounded for a century.
It was easy to slip away, outside, into the heat of the sunlight. Blaze bit his lip until it hurt bad enough to kill his arousal. He was really going to have to get it together—if he could just figure out what it was.
A strange sound reached his ears. It was a fluttering, buzzing sound. He turned his head and frowned when he saw a gold-gilded dragonfly buzzing toward the entrance of the secondary palace where the fairies were staying.
Contrary to popular belief, dragons didn’t look at dragonflies as cute little relatives. They looked at them as bugs.
Blaze raised a hand to swat it away when it was within reach.


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Early release 18th Feb

General release 25th Feb



Meet the author:
These things always give me fits. Basically, I am an author of erotic romance. Besides being an author, I am a mother, a grandmother, a wife, and a combination of many other things that make my life joyous day in and day out. Unless someone swipes my coffee. Then it gets pretty ugly quickly.

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @BaileyBFun4Me

Publisher: Rainbow Ninja Press
Cover Artist: Beany Sparks

Tour Dates & Stops: February 18, 2016



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